Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.